Do what, Kenny Chesney?

I have to wonder what kinds of people Kenny Chesney talks to and/or hangs out with…

You could ask a guy my age or 90 when was he the happiest and had the most fun, and everybody that I have talked to said it was when they played high school football.

I guess this is probably the band nerd in me talking, but I can’t imagine ever saying anything like that. I had fun in high school, and my experiences with the band ranked way up there, but it certainly isn’t where my happiness in life peaked. Of course I’ve mentioned before that that I identify a lot more with songs like Cross Canadian Ragweed’s “17” than, say, Jason Michael Carroll’s “Where I’m From,” the tune that mentions a variety of cliches, among them the quarterback dating the homecoming queen — but even so, I’d like to think that even if I had been the star quarterback it wouldn’t have been when I was “happiest and had the most fun.” Maybe that’s not a fair assessment of what Kenny Chesney’s saying, but if that’s the case why is it that he so often goes back to that particular well? “Young,” “Never Wanted Nothing More,” “I Go Back,” and now “The Boys of Fall”? I understand looking back on those days fondly now and then, but there’s a difference between that and what seems like constantly having your head turned…

(h/t Country California)



One Response to “Do what, Kenny Chesney?”

  1. southtexaspistolero Says:

    Sabra (
    I am reminded of the webcomic Surviving the World and their installation whose punchline was something along the lines of “If the greatest times of your life were in high school, I sincerely hope you died tragically at age 19.”
    September 27, 2010, 1:15:53 PM CDT – Like – Reply – Edit – Moderate

    thepistolero (
    Yep, that was one of the best installments of STW. But it rarely doesn’t hit the mark.
    September 27, 2010, 1:33:58 PM CDT – Like – Reply – Edit – Moderate

    Boomer Lad (
    Don’t know when the “greatest times” were or are, but there’s some rough patches along the way, sometimes insurmountable. Eventually most people start looking backwards to their favorite times, some are just at it earlier in their lives than others. Depends on how well your body, friends, and friendships/relationships hold up over the years, I reckon. Feller I knew had a lot of accomplishments under his belt, and a lot of accolades in his field, but when he hit about 75 he started looking backwards. Died about when he was 80. Reckon when you look backwards you die sooner, or are wishing you would die sooner. Known a lot of people like that over the years.
    September 27, 2010, 1:37:22 PM CDT – Like – Reply – Edit – Moderate

    Borepatch (
    Maybe that’s why he’s a Peter Pan.
    September 27, 2010, 2:54:56 PM CDT – Like – Reply – Edit – Moderate

    jdruse (
    I played high shcool football, and had a lot of fun doing it, but luckily it wasn’t the most fun I ever had. I would hate to have peaked that early (like some I have mentioned here previously).

    The real reason I’m commenting is to tell you how much I liked that video of “Super Freak” you linked to on Tam’s site. It was “Schwangin’ . . .”
    September 27, 2010, 8:08:15 PM CDT – Like – Reply – Edit – Moderate

    thepistolero (
    Maybe that’s why he’s a Peter Pan.

    Oooh, burn…

    And you may well be right, BL. Irony of that is that a lot of folks wear themselves out with the stress of playing such a game. But then my stepdad, who’s in his mid-50s, is still in pretty good shape.
    September 28, 2010, 8:46:54 AM CDT – Like – Reply – Edit – Moderate

    thepistolero (
    that video of “Super Freak”

    Yes, indeed. I heard that on Sirius and was like, what the hell? Pretty neat, though.
    September 28, 2010, 8:47:49 AM CDT

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